The count down started and then we were off. He ran, he had fun, he finished! He got his ribbon and we high fived and cheered together! Then we got out butts back to the car because, like I said before, it was 12 degrees.
I told him how proud I was of him and asked him if he wanted to race again. He said no.....well yes, but only if it was warmer. That's my boy!!
The way home was filled with lots of questions about how many people were ahead of him and how many people were behind him. Still being very concerned with his rank, but not devastated that he was not the first kid across the finish line. I'll take it!
This race started out completely about physical fitness. I wanted my child to gain a love of a sport I am passionate about. But it turned into so much more for me. I don't want the fear of failure or lack of perfection to rule my son's life. I hated hearing him say, "I can't do it." Those are the ugliest words to me and I know we will be working on not saying them for many years to come. He is cautious and sensitive and I need to respect that about him, but I think I also need to "encourage" him to get out there and conquer his fears. It is a balancing act.
Here is one last picture of Mason with his ribbon. It very appropriately says, "Finishing is Winning." Well how about that!